(Re)balancing my fluids
Pray, dear liver, fill my veins with blood, deliver hope dilute the phlegm that dulls my breathing, brain and lungs. Dearest blood please fight the yellow bile raging in my […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Mess of our life
It’s better being apart than being a part of the mess you’re calling your life. It’s better being apart cause keeping the distance is my defense, excuse and resistance against […]
Blackthorn blooming
The scent of blooming blackthorn haunts me cause when after April, May might smile but sun casts wintry shadows; while apple blooms are falling at the mercy of a wind […]
Darkly believing
Lightness of being darkly believing in two finally seeing nodding, agreeing with you living and ageing loving is freeing Joyfully beaming no longer dreaming I knew winter is gleaming sleeping […]
Still it’s family
Sinjar still the same, the road as dusty as before, even the reek of wormwood as nauseating, but when Nisreen approached their house she knew that everything had changed. It’s […]
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